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“Gary, give us a minute,” I snarled, fully aware that I was taking the L here. I didn’t enjoy being called on my bluff – especially when I wasn’t bluffing to start with – but fuck it. Evie had me.
Once my driver was out, I let her pull me in by my shirt. I growled into her neck and before I knew it, my hand had replaced hers, my fingers rubbing over her dress, between the lips of her pussy. I could feel her warmth and her wetness through the fabric and I wanted nothing but to reach under that skirt and feel her skin-to-skin, with no barrier between us.
But I was going to hold up one part of the promise I’d made to myself tonight.
I would make her come. But I wasn’t going to fuck her.
My ego convinced me my logic was sound. If we weren’t having sex, then I was in the clear. If I was touching her over her clothes, it was the same as what we were doing upstairs. If anything, I was just proving to her how loud I could make her moan without getting my dick involved.
And so far, I was doing a fucking stellar job.
“Does that feel good?” I murmured as I sat beside her, one hand gripping the base of her ponytail as the other stroked furiously between her thighs. The way her body responded to every bit of my touch drove me wild. I was ruining her dress and the fact that she loved every second of it was making me crazy.
“Don’t stop,” she exhaled, clamping her hand over mine and grinding against me. “Faster,” she pleaded.
I happily obliged, giving longer, faster strokes that made her tits bounce nonstop under her dress. God, I wanted to rip it right off. I wanted to see her spill out and I wanted to suck on her nipples while she came all over my hand. But none of that was going to happen without me fucking her senseless, so I refrained, convincing myself that I was in control here.
I kept telling myself that, even as I looked down and saw the damp fabric of Evie’s dress clinging to her pussy, molding over those luscious lips and turning me into an animal.
“Fuck, Evie,” I growled, my eyes drinking her in from head to toe when she came, squeezing my shirt tight and letting out a moan so ragged and sexy I almost whipped my cock out and fucked her on the spot.
I could’ve basked forever in the scent of her pleasure that lingered thick in the air.
But once her satisfied body went fully limp in my arms, I released her and pushed open the door. Her heavy, dazed stare followed me but she said nothing as she sat there with tousled hair and flushed cheeks, still catching her breath as I got out and finally closed the damned door.
I made eye contact with Gary and watched him climb back in the driver’s seat, and the second I heard the engine start, I turned on my heel and headed back into the building. I walked into the first restroom I could find, kicked open a stall and furiously jerked off inside, reliving the shape of Evie’s pussy in that dress as I came faster than I ever had in my life.
13
EVIE
I had zero – and I mean zero – contact with Drew in the six days that followed the absolute chaos of that night.
In all fairness, this was all pre-planned and exactly according to the itinerary Iain had sent.
Drew had two road series against Boston and Tampa, so he was out of town and wouldn’t be back in New York till his start against Baltimore Monday night. When we first did the schedule, Iain had in fact asked me to attend one or two road games in Boston, or even Tampa if I could swing it, because traveling was just a part of being a “baseball wife.”
But the days conflicted with my consultation meetings and new client tours at the warehouse, so the mini road trip plan was nixed.
Which meant we weren’t supposed to see each other. There were no dates on the schedule, and that was technically fine. We’d gone hard staging photo ops for the first few days of our contract so this, according to Iain, would just be our “breather” before move-in day.
So really, I shouldn’t be over-thinking a thing.
But still.
The fact that Drew didn’t so much as text did kind of bother me.
As a matter of fact, he didn’t even shoot a snarky one-liner in reply to Iain’s latest email in our shared email thread. It was radio silence from him since he closed the car door behind me that night, and as much as I wanted to believe I was easy, breezy and completely unaffected, I definitely was not.
Because I couldn’t stop thinking about everything that went down.
How could anyone expect me to? Drew and I had gone completely off script. Hot as it was, our kiss outside Merryweather had clearly been for show, but the filth we got into the other night was behind closed doors. No one had seen it but us. Every word Drew spoke, every bit of heat in his touch had been entirely for me.
And no one but me.
“Geez, woman. What got into you that night and can I buy some off of you?” Aly asked as I sat with her in the back office of our restaurant. After finishing my meetings on Thursday, I’d gone ahead and hopped on
the Hampton Jitney. It was late at night, but this was an emergency.
